Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.